User blog comment:Bartholomew Billberry Bowstring/Sharpe's Highwaybeasts/@comment-32303-20121109151749/@comment-25220117-20121123162750

''The young private-turned-scout followed him at a brisk trot, occasionally looking over her shoulder at the rather grim-looking Sham, strolling along at his own pace a few pawlengths behind them, his spear over his shoulder. Stargell looked towards the land ahead, noting that the grass beneath them soon turned from soggy and wet to dry and windswept with the occasional stone hidden among the healthy green grass blades. Ahead a small grove of trees stood out against the sunset. Slapping her cheek as a hungry midge bit her, she shook her head'' "Well, Corporal sah, Buckworthy, right? When d'ye reckon we should blinkin' stop, pardon th' ol' barrack lingo an' all that...Err, sah!"